Blue red green yellow
Blue red green yellow

I saw you stand above the crowd
False prophet with a gun
You dove into their arms
Illuminated by the stars
The crowd became a gun
They welded to your sorrow
Speaking in tongues
The music rattled on and on

A church not built of brick and mortar
I made a cold confession
The velvet curtain closes
Creeping like a nun
A narcoleptic shaman
Jim Jones in his bandana
Handing out the cups
To all the wayward sons
And all the faithful daughters

Everytime you led the way
Shaking hands and taking names
Looking for someone to blame (it's my time)
Flush the monkey down the drain
Whistleblowers on the run
Future's here and now it's gone
All the stories never spoken
And the winds keep blowing

Blue red green yellow
Blue red green yellow

And when he stared into the mirror
He only saw a shadow
Void of all description
His eyes rolled back into their sockets
Losing all direction
Weighed down by an anchor
Longing to be lifted
Longing to be held in their arms

Everybody works today
Everybody getting paid
Everybody's on the take
You gotta pay to play (it's my time)

Gonna drink my fill tonight
Drink until I see the light
Take a bullet to the brain
Flush the monkey down the drain

Everytime you led the way
Shaking hands and taking names
Looking for someone to blame
Flush the monkey down the drain

Whistleblowers on the run
Future's here and now it's gone
All the stories never spoken
And the winds keep blowing